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Posted on 4/1/26 at 8:55 pm to BLP
Wow! Why you never got a country song written about you, shall we ever know?
So, I hit ChatGpT for you:
“Scars from ’86”
Verse 1
It was a neon night in ’86,
Smoke hung thick, tempers burned like sticks,
I stepped between two fists and pride,
Didn’t know I’d leave half of me behind.
Three cold flashes, steel in the dark,
Hit the ground, felt the fading spark,
Heard somebody yell, “Stay with me, son,”
Didn’t know if I’d see the rising sun.
Chorus
Now I carry these scars like a map of that night,
Seven inches down my back where I lost the fight,
Two on my thigh, three in my side,
Proof a good man can still almost die.
Yeah I stood up for my friends like I always had done,
But courage ain’t the same when the damage is done,
Took years just to stand without shaking inside,
Ever since that night I almost died.
Verse 2
Hospital lights and a courtroom stare,
Pointed at a man like it wasn’t fair,
Just like the shows I’d seen on TV,
But this was real life staring back at me.
Judge said twenty years, brought the hammer down,
But it didn’t bring peace, didn’t turn me around,
Something broke that I couldn’t see,
Left a shadow living inside of me.
Chorus
Now I carry these scars like a map of that night,
Seven inches down my back where I lost the fight,
Two on my thigh, three in my side,
Proof a good man can still almost die.
Yeah I used to stand tall when trouble would rise,
Now I feel my hands shake and I can’t meet their eyes,
Took years just to stand without shaking inside,
Ever since that night I almost died.
Bridge
He met his end behind those prison walls,
But that don’t answer all the calls,
Ghosts don’t care if justice came,
They linger on just the same.
Final Chorus
Still I carry these scars, yeah they’re part of my name,
Every inch tells a story I can’t outrun or change,
But I’m still here breathing, still walking through time,
Learned the hard way how to heal a mind.
Yeah I lost a piece of who I used to be,
But I found a strength that don’t come easy,
And every time I stand without shaking inside,
I thank God for the night I survived.
So, I hit ChatGpT for you:
“Scars from ’86”
Verse 1
It was a neon night in ’86,
Smoke hung thick, tempers burned like sticks,
I stepped between two fists and pride,
Didn’t know I’d leave half of me behind.
Three cold flashes, steel in the dark,
Hit the ground, felt the fading spark,
Heard somebody yell, “Stay with me, son,”
Didn’t know if I’d see the rising sun.
Chorus
Now I carry these scars like a map of that night,
Seven inches down my back where I lost the fight,
Two on my thigh, three in my side,
Proof a good man can still almost die.
Yeah I stood up for my friends like I always had done,
But courage ain’t the same when the damage is done,
Took years just to stand without shaking inside,
Ever since that night I almost died.
Verse 2
Hospital lights and a courtroom stare,
Pointed at a man like it wasn’t fair,
Just like the shows I’d seen on TV,
But this was real life staring back at me.
Judge said twenty years, brought the hammer down,
But it didn’t bring peace, didn’t turn me around,
Something broke that I couldn’t see,
Left a shadow living inside of me.
Chorus
Now I carry these scars like a map of that night,
Seven inches down my back where I lost the fight,
Two on my thigh, three in my side,
Proof a good man can still almost die.
Yeah I used to stand tall when trouble would rise,
Now I feel my hands shake and I can’t meet their eyes,
Took years just to stand without shaking inside,
Ever since that night I almost died.
Bridge
He met his end behind those prison walls,
But that don’t answer all the calls,
Ghosts don’t care if justice came,
They linger on just the same.
Final Chorus
Still I carry these scars, yeah they’re part of my name,
Every inch tells a story I can’t outrun or change,
But I’m still here breathing, still walking through time,
Learned the hard way how to heal a mind.
Yeah I lost a piece of who I used to be,
But I found a strength that don’t come easy,
And every time I stand without shaking inside,
I thank God for the night I survived.
Posted on 4/1/26 at 8:58 pm to Everyday Is Saturday
That’s better than 99% of current country songs lol
Posted on 4/1/26 at 8:58 pm to jchamil
quote:
They settled out of court.
Posted on 4/1/26 at 9:40 pm to SuperSaint
After work and I'd gone into Lord and Taylor at one of the better shopping centers in Houston.
Black ill dressed dude approaches as I got in my car, his hand was shaking but I could see the gun he stuck five inches from my face. His complexion had a pasty white cast and I told him he was in charge and did he want my money? Yeah he got it, and his getaway car arrived to get him away.
I was ok and alive and appreciated that. But I was tossed into a wall by a purse snatcher in NOLA, and then I started remembering the other time. I couldn't bring myself to walk there. It didn't help that the cop guarding the sidewalk at Entergy had just been chatting with the snatcher.
Black ill dressed dude approaches as I got in my car, his hand was shaking but I could see the gun he stuck five inches from my face. His complexion had a pasty white cast and I told him he was in charge and did he want my money? Yeah he got it, and his getaway car arrived to get him away.
I was ok and alive and appreciated that. But I was tossed into a wall by a purse snatcher in NOLA, and then I started remembering the other time. I couldn't bring myself to walk there. It didn't help that the cop guarding the sidewalk at Entergy had just been chatting with the snatcher.
Posted on 4/1/26 at 9:45 pm to Chastains
Suicide bomber on a motorcycle hit the gate of our compound.
Posted on 4/1/26 at 9:57 pm to Chastains
Almost got killed on separate incidents riding motorcycles.
When I was 15, I was riding a crappy low HP street bike on a 4 lane hwy. Traffic was tight and I was in the fast lane boxed in, to the front, right and back. Traffic was going about 40 mph. The van to my right apparently did not see me and decided to dart into the fast lane where I had no where to go except off the road to my left. I was immediately in a gravel shoulder. The only problem was there was a crossing between the separated 4 lane road and there was a car stopped in that crossing directly in front of me. If I broad sided it I would have been airborne. I laid my bike down and slid into the side of the car about the time my bike stopped. I was cut up and abraded pretty good along one side and scared shiteless. I decided not to ride street bikes anymore. But stupid me decided to start riding and racing dirt bikes.
Fast forward two years. Although I was into racing dirt bikes on sanctioned dirt tracks, some buddies of mine and me were goofing off racing on a narrow trail with plenty of steep hills not very far from our neighborhood. I was jumping one hill and my tragectory was a little off. I was off trail when I landed in about 2' tall of high field grass. I was still going downhill and accelerating to get back on the trail about 35 mph through the grass when I hit about an 18" tree trunk broadside that I didn't see. My bike threw me straight over directly on my head. I have no idea why my neck wasn't broken. I was a wrestler since 7th grade and football player, and I had a very strong neck, but still I should have been dead. I had a small tree limb sticking through the foam into my helmet just past my eye and was in convulsions when the next rider came up behind me. It was my older sisters boyfriend who was 4 years older than me and was training to be a paramedic. He saved me from swallowing my tongue while I was convulsing.
One of my other friends rode his dirt bike to our house about 5 miles away and told my sister and my dad that I was dead. When they arrived on site, an ambulance was there and I was just becoming conscience. I was knocked out probably with a concussion and had a small cut on my scalp. The paramedics treated my cut and made sure I was okay. Didn't even go to the hospital or ER. My Dad told the paramedics I would be fine and I just got my bell rung just like my coaches used to say when I got knocked out playing football. I never rode a dirt bike again.
When I was 15, I was riding a crappy low HP street bike on a 4 lane hwy. Traffic was tight and I was in the fast lane boxed in, to the front, right and back. Traffic was going about 40 mph. The van to my right apparently did not see me and decided to dart into the fast lane where I had no where to go except off the road to my left. I was immediately in a gravel shoulder. The only problem was there was a crossing between the separated 4 lane road and there was a car stopped in that crossing directly in front of me. If I broad sided it I would have been airborne. I laid my bike down and slid into the side of the car about the time my bike stopped. I was cut up and abraded pretty good along one side and scared shiteless. I decided not to ride street bikes anymore. But stupid me decided to start riding and racing dirt bikes.
Fast forward two years. Although I was into racing dirt bikes on sanctioned dirt tracks, some buddies of mine and me were goofing off racing on a narrow trail with plenty of steep hills not very far from our neighborhood. I was jumping one hill and my tragectory was a little off. I was off trail when I landed in about 2' tall of high field grass. I was still going downhill and accelerating to get back on the trail about 35 mph through the grass when I hit about an 18" tree trunk broadside that I didn't see. My bike threw me straight over directly on my head. I have no idea why my neck wasn't broken. I was a wrestler since 7th grade and football player, and I had a very strong neck, but still I should have been dead. I had a small tree limb sticking through the foam into my helmet just past my eye and was in convulsions when the next rider came up behind me. It was my older sisters boyfriend who was 4 years older than me and was training to be a paramedic. He saved me from swallowing my tongue while I was convulsing.
One of my other friends rode his dirt bike to our house about 5 miles away and told my sister and my dad that I was dead. When they arrived on site, an ambulance was there and I was just becoming conscience. I was knocked out probably with a concussion and had a small cut on my scalp. The paramedics treated my cut and made sure I was okay. Didn't even go to the hospital or ER. My Dad told the paramedics I would be fine and I just got my bell rung just like my coaches used to say when I got knocked out playing football. I never rode a dirt bike again.
Posted on 4/1/26 at 10:08 pm to Chastains
Lungs completely filled with blood. Barely made it after a two-hour ambulance ride to the big city hospital.
Wake up 5 days later from being on a respirator to find out I have a pretty rare, incurable auto immune disease named after a Nazi doctor who did experiments during the holocaust.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friedrich_Wegener
It was a diagnosis on a couple episodes of House MD. Just my luck, it was not Lupus.
Wake up 5 days later from being on a respirator to find out I have a pretty rare, incurable auto immune disease named after a Nazi doctor who did experiments during the holocaust.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friedrich_Wegener
It was a diagnosis on a couple episodes of House MD. Just my luck, it was not Lupus.
Posted on 4/1/26 at 10:37 pm to Chastains
quote:
One day a technician forgot to lock out;tag out
I was going to say he should be fired, then I read this:
quote:Damn.
Boom pop zap. I saw a human explode, turn to plasma, then carbonize.
Posted on 4/1/26 at 10:58 pm to real turf fan
quote:what a cuck
and I told him he was in charge
Last time I was robbed at gunpoint I called the kid a pussy and told him if he pulled the trigger and shot me with that twenty two pea shooter I’d beat the ever loving shite out of him
Posted on 4/1/26 at 11:08 pm to SuperSaint
You said all that but still gave up your wallet?
Posted on 4/1/26 at 11:12 pm to PGAOLDBAWNevahBroke
quote:i actually hurled the car keys across the parking lot like I was trying to throw out a runner at home from center field.
You said all that but still gave up your wallet?
Took me 30 minutes to find the keys afterward
Posted on 4/2/26 at 12:28 am to PGAOLDBAWNevahBroke
Ok, another one.
Was scouting the Black Canyon of the Gunnison from the north rim because theres a mighty fine river down at the bottom.
Its the kind of place you have to sign in with the understanding you'll forfeit your gear if rescued. And there's only a few entry points that makes it all the way down the river; however there's one appropriately named SOB Gulley thats perfect to see this set of rapids named New Generation.
This is NG and the gulley is about ten times as steep.
So I'm scurrying down. Life's good. But the trail sucks, with loose rock, and talus, and scree... so I'm bouldering down in spots to keep from sliding. And then it happens as I'm standing on the corner of a large rock with a day pack on, looking over the edge to the ground about 6-7 feet below. And pop the corner breaks free. I forward pitch head first, landing in a roll that make my right leg feel completely shattered (it wasn't) but I didn't know that for about 40-50 feet of tumbling. Full body, head over feet, over arse, over and over.... and it was fixing to get steep. As the larger talus was giving way to a increased scree slope for as far as I could see (while rolling).
It quickly became a God and me talk, where volumes get spoken instantly, and I quipped I don't want to end this way. Among the other pleas and promises. And about that time this green brier something practically grabbed me. I felt it without seeing and without realizing what it was in my hand, it lodged and sticker bushed it's way between my fingers almost immediately. Immediately dug deep, immediately, as without me doing anything The briers set deep between about three fingers and it felt good as I closed my grip. Really good as I stopped rolling. And I don't believe I stopped thanking him for the several hours it took to limp and crawl my way back to the top.
Was scouting the Black Canyon of the Gunnison from the north rim because theres a mighty fine river down at the bottom.
Its the kind of place you have to sign in with the understanding you'll forfeit your gear if rescued. And there's only a few entry points that makes it all the way down the river; however there's one appropriately named SOB Gulley thats perfect to see this set of rapids named New Generation.
This is NG and the gulley is about ten times as steep.
So I'm scurrying down. Life's good. But the trail sucks, with loose rock, and talus, and scree... so I'm bouldering down in spots to keep from sliding. And then it happens as I'm standing on the corner of a large rock with a day pack on, looking over the edge to the ground about 6-7 feet below. And pop the corner breaks free. I forward pitch head first, landing in a roll that make my right leg feel completely shattered (it wasn't) but I didn't know that for about 40-50 feet of tumbling. Full body, head over feet, over arse, over and over.... and it was fixing to get steep. As the larger talus was giving way to a increased scree slope for as far as I could see (while rolling).
It quickly became a God and me talk, where volumes get spoken instantly, and I quipped I don't want to end this way. Among the other pleas and promises. And about that time this green brier something practically grabbed me. I felt it without seeing and without realizing what it was in my hand, it lodged and sticker bushed it's way between my fingers almost immediately. Immediately dug deep, immediately, as without me doing anything The briers set deep between about three fingers and it felt good as I closed my grip. Really good as I stopped rolling. And I don't believe I stopped thanking him for the several hours it took to limp and crawl my way back to the top.
Posted on 4/2/26 at 12:40 am to Rip Torner
quote:
Vietnam?
No (mass) combat jumps in the US Military between WWII and Dec. 20, 1989 when we jumped into Panama. There has only been one since.
Posted on 4/2/26 at 12:54 am to gumbeaux
My friends and I were about 21 in 1991. We went camping on the opposing shore of the Pearl River in the back of our neighborhood. The river was high and running really fast. About midnight some of our friends showed up and launched a small boat, smaller than a flat boat. They got out in the middle and started yelling for help. They were sinking and floating away, down the river in the pitch dark. We grabbed a boat and started paddling as fast as we could. Somehow we caught them and were able to pull them in our flat boat. Could barely see a thing. By the time we got to shore we were probably a mile downstream. Pitch dark. Middle of winter. We had to push the boat a mile through the woods back to the campsite. It’s a miracle we all lived. I don’t think about it that much, but when I do it still frightens me.
Posted on 4/2/26 at 1:03 am to Chastains
Another one I have. Two years ago I went to the hospital because I was having terrible pain in my back. Thought I hurt it lifting shingles. While there, I started having difficulty breathing. Then worse. Then I’m gasping, I couldn’t get any oxygen, I felt like I was drowning. Then panic. Then the realization that was it. I was going to die. The staff rushed in and gave me several shots. And I started to breathe again. Turns out my right lung was full of infected fluid and I had a raging case of pneumonia. That, is the most terrified I’ve ever been.
Posted on 4/2/26 at 1:06 am to Chastains
You wouldn't believe the abysses that I've traversed
Posted on 4/2/26 at 4:52 am to 98eagle
You can’t actually swallow your tongue lol it’s a myth
Posted on 4/2/26 at 5:15 am to Riseupfromtherubble
quote:Common detail with dating crazy people stories. Always wonder how they manage to hide it at first. For weeks on end, sometimes longer.
About a month in the crazy began to show itself.
quote:What was he doing there?
Wake up on the coach
Posted on 4/2/26 at 5:18 am to Chastains
Doctor calling me at home after a ct scan telling me to get to the hospital asap because he believed I have cancer.
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